I went out one night to a bar on MacDougal street to relax with a glass of vodka and my journal, a big black book filled with drawings and clippings pasted in. A tall handsome man with piercing blue eyes and a cap asked if he could sit down with me. My heart stopped beating in my chest and I lost my breath. It was the man who had written the sound track to my entire life—Bob Dylan.

I have just started a GoFundMe.com campaign. Through this campaign, I hope to find an editor for my autobiography and to raise the funds I need to pay him or her. Please read on to find out why this is so important to me, and why I need help to complete this project.